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Perfection is he condition, state, or quality of being free or as free as possible from all flaws or defects.
"We were born to be real, not to be perfect."
"Perfection is swallow, unreal and fatally uninteresting."
Ever since Zelena's sister and father died her mother Cora strove to create Zelena a perfect life. Whenever Zelena fussed about not wanting a perfect life, Cora would reply "My life wasn't perfect and now all I have is you..."
Zelena's happy with how her life has turned out so far...she was Merlin's heir, she was the top witch in the Wizarding World, she was the first cohort in the first order of Merlin...she really didn't want a perfect life...she wanted a happy life....


5. Breaking Perfection


Two months later I kiss Hades goodbye and we plan to celebrate my 18th birthday later that night…so far Hades has lived up to my mother’s wishes of making my life miserably perfect. The house was spotless…my clothes never had a single wrinkle and everything went according to plan. The feeling of wanting to shatter my perfection fades but remains. I change into a nice white dress and cover it with a spotless and wrinkle free green pinafore. I pull my red curly locks into a tight chignon at the nape of my neck and grab my wand.

I enter my mother’s house and smile…everything about her house was perfect and it was so warm and cozy…She stands in the middle of the room with her back turned to me she was waiting for me.

“Hello Mother…I’m here and on time.”

“Good…happy birthday darling.”

“I’m finally an adult.”

“Finally, ready for your gift.”

“Maybe…I don’t know.”

“Sit down and give me your wand.”

I sit down on the couch and hand Mother my dragon wood wand with the golden core. She takes it and snaps it in half.

“Mother! That’s my wand…I’ve had it since I was eleven.”

Mother then takes Father’s wand out of the case…she snaps Father’s in half and then uses her wand to join half of mine and half of Father’s. She then hands me the finished product.

“When you and your sister were born your father and I agreed…when you turned 18 both of you would receive half of his wand using half of yours. The other half of yours won’t ever be used but the other half of your father’s is…”

“Are we going to visit her?”

“Yes, we’re going to see your sister. You haven’t seen her since you were three.”

As Mother and I walk to the back of the garden we have a long discussion. I hold my new wand in my hand and talk.

“Mother did you by any chance plan out how many children I would have and their names?”

“Not names but according to my book of your perfect life you’re going to have two. One in House Slytherin and the other House Ravenclaw.”

“What about Gryffindor and Hufflepuff?”

“My grandchildren won’t ever even dare think about entering either one of those two bright and cheery houses. The Houses of Loyalty and of Courage are vile to our family.”

“So, the houses of knowledge and cunning are more valuable?”

“Yes, my dear Zelena…yes they are.”

Mother and I continue to walk to Regina and Father’s burial place in silence. When we get there, we raise our wands and unlock the bolts. I enter first and Mother follows behind. She opens Regina’s casket and I stare at my sister’s bones. Mother places the wand and then seals the casket. I feel sick to my stomach.

“Mother…pardon me but I think I’m going to go…I don’t feel so well.”

I hope I was pregnant and then maybe the feeling of emptiness would go away and maybe the illusion of creating a perfect life would fade. I kiss Mother goodbye and apparate home. I tuck my wand into my pocket and then go to lay down. I close my eyes and dream of what life would be like if it weren’t so perfect.


“Zelena…wake up. It’s our birthday we’re three today.”

Zelena opens her eyes and sees her twin sister. She smiles and gives her sister a hug. The twins share a special moment together. They didn’t know that it would be their last time to spend the joy of sharing a birthday with each other. Soon Regina and Henry would both die at the hands of the Dark One.

“Happy Birthday dear Regina and Zelena…happy birthday to you. Blow out the candles girls, make the perfect wish.”

Both girls blew out their birthday candles and Cora cut the cake. She gave each girl their cake and together Regina and Zelena enjoyed the chocolate dessert.

“Come on now girls…open your gifts.”

Regina and Zelena both opened their gifts. Inside were two lockets containing a portrait of Cora and Henry and on the other side a portrait of the twins on their second birthday. Both girls put it on and went outside to play.

End of Flashback.

“Zelena…I’m home.”

I come out of the bedroom and kiss Hades. He picks me up and carries me to the living room.

“Did you enjoy the day with your mother?”

“Yes, I got a new wand.”

“How wonderful! Are you enjoying your 18th birthday so far?”

“I can’t believe I’m 18. I can’t believe we married when I was 17. I can’t believe you’re 19…we’re so young and the world so cold and cruel. How was work?”

“Merlin misses his apprentice. He wants you to come back. He plans to make you the head of magic in the wizarding world soon. He says you’ve been the first cohort in the first order of Merlin for eleven years…he said it’s time to make a change.”

“When can I go back to work?”

“The book says three months after we get married. Soon Zelena…soon.”

“My mother can’t control everything.”

“I’m taking over now…I’ll give you the perfect life. Until I work things out we’re following the books orders.”

“Yes Hades.”

I fall to the ground and want to cry. I want out of here. As soon as I can go back to work I was going to take over Merlin’s position and then Hades and I would move to Merlin’s castle. Hogwarts wasn’t the only wizarding castle in wizarding England. One of these days I would have to go to muggle London.

“Hades…when I get this promotion we’ll move to the castle. I’m not supposed to get this promotion until I’m 30. Don’t let Mother find out or she’ll order me to say no.”

“Zelena…I’m in control of your perfect life. What I say goes? Who cares about that stupid book?”

“My mother does.”

I walk over to where the book lays on the table and carry it to our bedroom. I pack it tightly into my trunk at the foot of the bed and take a deep breath. Today is my 18th birthday and the day that I no longer live the perfect life. 

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